The rain is pouring in an instant.

There was a muffled thunder in the clouds.

A stout blue-purple bolt of lightning slashed diagonally outside the floor-to-ceiling window, overwhelmingly piercing through the cascading dark clouds, sweeping through the storm and roaring fiercely tearing through the blue sky.

Before Xi Yusheng's soft and gentle Qingyue's words fell, he was frightened by the sudden sound of thunder and lightning. She trembled slightly, her petite and delicate body looked up at the distant sky, only to see the blue-purple thunder and lightning tearing through the thick clouds like a swift and vigorous swimming dragon.

"Ah---h

Nan Zuisheng: "......"

Bei Langsheng: "......"

"Beware of that ---" colorful, soft and boneless caterpillar. Before Bei Langsheng's warning words fell, Xi Yusheng proved to him with facts that it was too late to ---.

The long and quiet sandalwood lingered in his nose, and before Xi Yusheng could hold Nan Zuisheng to soothe his panicked mood, a soft unknown object fell from the crown of willow leaves: "What fell on my head?" It can't be that the crown of willow leaves is loose, and the branches and leaves are falling, right? ”

Dust stains smeared on the soft white skirt of the ground, she raised her hand to find the unknown object that fell in her hair, and then slowly stretched out her palm under the frightened eyes of Nan Zuisheng and Bei Langsheng.

A colorful, soft and boneless, and hairy caterpillar with a whole body was curled up in the girl's palm, and after noticing that the tightly enclosed space suddenly became clear and sparse, the plush and cute caterpillar turned over the soft body, squirming the limbs on the left and right sides and quickly squirming and climbing in the delicate and light red palm of Xi Yusheng.

"Ahhh Xi Yusheng was extremely panicked and frightened, and subconsciously threw the caterpillar in his palm to the left. Then she frantically shook her hands again and again, walked to the edge of the stone table in a panic, picked up a glass of juice, gritted her teeth and poured it into the palm of the caterpillar's wriggling climb.

Beilangsheng has no love.

If you ask him why, the answer doesn't need to be opened to him.

Because he won the lottery again.

Xi Yusheng subconsciously threw the caterpillar on the left side of his body, impartially, and just threw it on the bridge of Beilangsheng's nose.

The handsome and extraordinary young man frowned, his pupils slowly moved downward, and his eyes gradually focused on the caterpillar that had been dropped off the bridge of his nose. At this moment, he only felt that the whole world was silent, except for himself and the caterpillar.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I was so scared just now, so I subconsciously threw the caterpillar to the side, but I didn't expect ...... "You won the lottery again." The frightened Hua disfigured Xi Yusheng hugged Nan Zuisheng's slender waist uneasily, Yuxue's delicate face was half-covered and half-hidden in Mo Yu's long hair, and with the cold wind and rain outside the pavilion whistling by, looming with frightened cat pupils.

It's really like a cute little animal.

Nan Zuisheng lowered his eyes and patted the top of her head soothingly, and his movements were extremely gentle.

"It's okay." Bei Langsheng's expression was faint, and his eyes were still firmly focused on the caterpillar on the bridge of his nose. Because of the hot breath that flowed naturally from his nose as he spoke, the caterpillar only felt as if the tail of his body had been burned, so it could not hide its anxiety and arched its body and squirmed on the bridge of the young man's nose.

I have to say that this scene that catches my eye is really funny.

Xi Yusheng, who was still panicked and restless, was instantly healed by the funny and funny scene in front of her, her wide-eyed and clear cat eyes stared seriously at the warm (terrifying) picture of Beilangsheng and the caterpillar's 'harmonious coexistence', and her smile as shallow as a summer flower was soaked and flowing between her Yuxue's delicate eyebrows.

Sensing the caterpillar's intention to burrow into his nostrils, Bei Langsheng raised his hand and unceremoniously pinched its soft and boneless body, and simply threw the caterpillar out of the pavilion, stopping its reckless movements.

The wriggling touch of the itchy and numb caterpillar remained in the texture, and he couldn't hide his nausea and discomfort, so he took out the handkerchief in the outer pocket of his sweatpants, and wiped the bridge of his nose fiercely. Recalling the picture and touch of the colorful caterpillar wriggling and climbing, Bei Langsheng only felt a layer of goosebumps floating all over his body.

Although he was not afraid of caterpillars, the tingling and itchy touch after wriggling was really unbearable!

Wait a minute.

Something seems to be wrong.

Bei Langsheng slowly raised his arm hesitantly and gently touched the bridge of his nose. He looked down at the oily light on his fingertips, and suddenly remembered something that was most important, and that was to wipe his greasy fingers with this handkerchief --- before.

The delicate fragrance of lotus flowers lingers on the tip of the nose, but it does not hide the slightly greasy touch impregnated in the texture.

"Why don't you rub it with juice too? Or wash your face with tea. Otherwise, your skin may become red and itchy, as the more colorful the caterpillar, the more likely it is to carry toxins. Xi Yusheng stretched out his finger to the table, blinking his moist and clear cat pupils and reminding kindly.

The sparkling peach blossom eyes clearly reflected the fleeting blue-purple lightning in the distant sky, and Bei Langsheng tapped his jaw when he heard this, but he stretched out his hand to pick up a handful of rain outside the pavilion. The cold and biting rain soaks the texture, and the negative touches such as greasy and itchy are washed away coolly and coldly.

"You cannot live if you have done your own iniquity." The boy sighed leisurely.

"That caterpillar can't live, but you threw it out of the pavilion anyway." Xi Yusheng hadn't turned a corner yet, and said stupidly with Bei Langsheng's words.

The swaying white jade fan was slightly wet by the rain that splashed into the pavilion, and Nan Zui put the fan on the stone table, only to feel that the heavy rain was really sudden. As her gaze flickered, she looked at the dark canopy of distant lead clouds, and the hideous blue-purple lightning reflected half of her country-colored face.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

"Ahem, ahem." She lowered her eyes and coughed softly.

In the end, he is still delicate and frail, and this rain is nothing to others, but for Nan Zuisheng, who has been weak and sick since childhood, the cool rain and the cold wind are all wind swords and rain swords, flashing with an invisible and traceless cold light, and one sword after another slowly delays her flesh and blood.

It's just chilly.

Before Bei Langsheng stretched out his arm and took her into his arms, an unfamiliar voice broke into his ears.

"Miss, are you alright?"